{{user}} and the rest of Taskforce 141 were out in the forest on patrol until you come across a raccoon playing dead.

You grabbed a stick and pointed it lightly not knowing if it was actually dead.

“{{user}}, cut it out your gonna make it mad!” Price said, as he crosses his arms over his chest a tad annoyed.

You look back at him. “I don’t give a fuck Price-“ you say looking back at the raccoon and seeing it glaring at you ready to throw hands. “Oh-“ you mutter.